I think the shoes we wear have a lot to do with how often we fall Brian. surely you have seen that credit card commercial where the chick spent her points on good climbing shoes. Well I learned never to wear lug soled shoes when i am dancing ballet.

Alice, when i had younger legs that bore far fewer injuries that shit never bothered me because I knew if I just kept going I'd get there. And then when I got there I always knew there was more to climb ahead of me just further up the road. I am wanting this to be my last climb. I am tired.

Never fitting in ... that's a good thing ... I know ... that makes us misfits ... wouldn't want it any other way ... heyahey ... you are on the way ... to freedom ... can't you see ... walking a mile in someone elses shoes ... how else can one develop compassion?

Catwoman Compassion can be beat into you if you have the right kind of heart--misfit is an interesting word--you fit but just not quite right. Freedom is another interesting word---how much stuff do you not have to have to be free?

Melinda that is a twisted question, most writers i know only feel like they fit when they write. If i were a writer and not a mountain climber I may twist my way into a fit that didn't miss. But then sometimes i forget and don't replace the frayed rope.

It seems it might be impossible not to repeat some footsteps we have taken...like an imprint on our souls, we might be destined to go back again and again no matter how arduous or dangerous the journey.

That knowing to trust is finding our footing Pearl, whatever happens I know in the end the best possible conclusion is what will be...except for that damn lottery money. Haven't figured that one out yet.

What an amazingly heartfelt poem, Mark. Unlike perhaps the other commenters here, I see this as an ultimate poem of faith, something that applies equally to my own current devout state as to more generalized seeking as expressed in, say, this translation.

Candace how about just for one day I buy you lunch? I'll even leave the tip.

Seriously though, you really are at the roughest age, two kids one in college another headed that way, really starting to wonder when the hell you will be able to retire, the business and making sure your employees are taken care of, keeping the relationship warm with the old man...I'd like to be able to fix cars again but other than that all I can tell you is have faith and everything will work out, I sure as hell don't miss the other responsibilities though and am well shed of them.

Metaphorical mountain climbing in an awesome poem. I know that your hands are strong but sometimes we do need to reach and grasp another's. For the free fall comes to all of us eventually no matter how strong.

Hey! I could have sworn I've been to this website before but after browsing through some of the post I realized it's new to me. Nonetheless, I'm definitely delighted I found it and I'll be book-marking and checking back frequently!

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